Philip Dick - The Science Fiction Anthology

“I wish we hadn’t shot our guide, then. I wish he was here instead of us.”

Mia shook perspiration out of his eyes. “We should have shot our pilot, too. That was our mistake. The pilot must have been the one who told Extrone we’d hunted this area.”

“I didn’t think a Club pilot would do that.”

“After Extrone said he’d hunt farn beasts, even if it meant going to the alien system? Listen, you don’t know.... Wait a minute.”

There was perspiration on Ri’s upper lip.

“ I didn’t tell Extrone, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Mia said.

Ri’s mouth twisted. “I didn’t say you did.”

“Listen,” Mia said in a hoarse whisper. “I just thought. Listen. To hell with how he found out. Here’s the point. Maybe he’ll shoot us, too, when the hunt’s over.”

Ri licked his lips. “No. He wouldn’t do that. We’re not—not just anybody. He couldn’t kill us like that. Not even him . And besides, why would he want to do that? It wouldn’t do any good to shoot us. Too many people already know about the farn beasts. You said that yourself.”

Mia said, “I hope you’re right.” They stood side by side, studying the blast area in silence. Finally, Mia said, “We better be getting back.”

“What’ll we tell him?”

“That we saw tracks. What else can we tell him?”

They turned back along their trail, stumbling over vines.

“It gets hotter at sunset,” Ri said nervously.

“The breeze dies down.”

“It’s screwy. I didn’t think farn beasts had this wide a range. There must be a lot of them, to be on both sides of the ridge like this.”

“There may be a pass,” Mia said, pushing a vine away.

Ri wrinkled his brow, panting. “I guess that’s it. If there were a lot of them, we’d have heard something before we did. But even so, it’s damned funny, when you think about it.”

Mia looked up at the darkening sky. “We better hurry,” he said.

When it came over the hastily established camp, the rocket was low, obviously looking for a landing site. It was a military craft, from the outpost on the near moon, and forward, near the nose, there was the blazoned emblem of the Ninth Fleet. The rocket roared directly over Extrone’s tent, turned slowly, spouting fuel expensively, and settled into the scrub forest, turning the vegetation beneath it sere by its blasts.

Extrone sat on an upholstered stool before his tent and spat disgustedly and combed his beard with his blunt fingers.

Shortly, from the direction of the rocket, a group of four high-ranking officers came out of the forest, heading toward him. They were spruce, the officers, with military discipline holding their waists in and knees almost stiff.

“What in hell do you want?” Extrone asked.

They stopped a respectful distance away. “Sir....” one began.

“Haven’t I told you gentlemen that rockets frighten the game?” Extrone demanded, ominously not raising his voice.

“Sir,” the lead officer said, “it’s another alien ship. It was sighted a few hours ago, off this very planet, sir.”

Extrone’s face looked much too innocent. “How did it get there, gentlemen? Why wasn’t it destroyed?”

“We lost it again, sir. Temporarily, sir.”

“So?” Extrone mocked.

“We thought you ought to return to a safer planet, sir. Until we could locate and destroy it.”

Extrone stared at them for a space. Then, indifferently, he turned away, in the direction of a resting bearer. “You!” he said. “Hey! Bring me a drink!” He faced the officers again. He smiled maliciously. “I’m staying here.”

The lead officer licked his firm lower lip. “But, sir....”

Extrone toyed with his beard. “About a year ago, gentlemen, there was an alien ship around here then, wasn’t there? And you destroyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir. When we located it, sir.”

“You’ll destroy this one, too,” Extrone said.

“We have a tight patrol, sir. It can’t slip through. But it might try a long range bombardment, sir.”

Extrone said, “To begin with, they probably don’t even know I’m here. And they probably couldn’t hit this area if they did know. And you can’t afford to let them get a shot at me, anyway.”

“That’s why we’d like you to return to an inner planet, sir.”

Extrone plucked at his right ear lobe, half closing his eyes. “You’ll lose a fleet before you’ll dare let anything happen to me, gentlemen. I’m quite safe here, I think.”

The bearer brought Extrone his drink.

“Get off,” Extrone said quietly to the four officers.

Again they turned reluctantly. This time, he did not call them back. Instead, with amusement, he watched until they disappeared into the tangle of forest.

Dusk was falling. The takeoff blast of the rocket illuminated the area, casting weird shadows on the gently swaying grasses; there was a hot breath of dry air and the rocket dwindled toward the stars.

Extrone stood up lazily, stretching. He tossed the empty glass away, listened for it to shatter. He reached out, parted the heavy flap to his tent.

“Sir?” Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.

“Eh?” Extrone said, turning, startled. “Oh, you. Well?”

“We ... located signs of the farn beast, sir. To the east.”

Extrone nodded. After a moment he said, “You killed one, I believe, on your trip?”

Ri shifted. “Yes, sir.”

Extrone held back the flap of the tent. “Won’t you come in?” he asked without any politeness whatever.

Ri obeyed the order.

The inside of the tent was luxurious. The bed was of bulky feathers, costly of transport space, the sleep curtains of silken gauze. The floor, heavy, portable tile blocks, not the hollow kind, were neatly and smoothly inset into the ground. Hanging from the center, to the left of the slender, hand-carved center pole, was a chain of crystals. They tinkled lightly when Extrone dropped the flap. The light was electric from a portable dynamo. Extrone flipped it on. He crossed to the bed, sat down.

“You were, I believe, the first ever to kill a farn beast?” he said.

“I.... No, sir. There must have been previous hunters, sir.”

Extrone narrowed his eyes. “I see by your eyes that you are envious—that is the word, isn’t it?—of my tent.”

Ri looked away from his face.

“Perhaps I’m envious of your reputation as a hunter. You see, I have never killed a farn beast. In fact, I haven’t seen a farn beast.”

Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone’s glittering ones. “Few people have seen them, sir.”

“Oh?” Extrone questioned mildly. “I wouldn’t say that. I understand that the aliens hunt them quite extensively ... on some of their planets.”

“I meant in our system, sir.”

“Of course you did,” Extrone said, lazily tracing the crease of his sleeve with his forefinger. “I imagine these are the only farn beasts in our system.”

Ri waited uneasily, not answering.

“Yes,” Extrone said, “I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if you had killed the last one. Don’t you think so?”

Ri’s hands worried the sides of his outer garment. “Yes, sir. It would have been.”

Extrone pursed his lips. “It wouldn’t have been very considerate of you to—But, still, you gained valuable experience. I’m glad you agreed to come along as my guide.”

“It was an honor, sir.”

Extrone’s lip twisted in wry amusement. “If I had waited until it was safe for me to hunt on an alien planet, I would not have been able to find such an illustrious guide.”

“... I’m flattered, sir.”